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feet fighters - wii flex lyrics

[intro: gucci jesus]
gucci jesus
crucified for my clout
came back three days later
still here

[verse 1: gucci jesus]
flex my wrist
flex my d-ck
call me starrit, i got the back muscles
call me dale, i got the gucci belt buckle
like a broken faucet, can’t stop my drip
air pods in no broke gettin’ in
soldja pods, just as good
gucci jesus is here flex
patty cake patty cake pounding on her fam
patty cake patty cake, punding cuz i can
imma cough drop your b-tch, throw her body in a ditch
1990’s camry gang b-tch

[verse 2: judge jazzy jeff]
boi you h-lla stupid
walkin’ around with a cubin
took her now and were zoomin’
took your b-tch you broke boy
f-cked a b-tch she’s stupid
never trust a hooptie
imma find a groupie
we gon have a three-way
ice so cold i’m wearin’ it
frost all over my best chick
shes starin’ at my neck sh-t
imma flip this brick quick

[verse 3: chad]
you hear that?
that’s money
something you won’t get
cuz your poor, and worthless
zander wanted the pickup
can’t do that got too much ice
he started to wind up
wrong move pall now he’s dead (nice shot)
uzi’s quitting music
guess there’s room for a man like me
melodies oo smoothing
like i’m on that show glee
what about kurt hommel
oh yeah isn’t he pretty g-y?
kinda like kurt cobain
he should actually k!ll himself
thankfully i’m not g-y
they are annoying
they’re always crying
they can get this ak spray

[verse 4: dontanamo bay]
yeah, i pull up like gibby on the 22nd
body about to be cold like james charles present
i snuggle with your corpse cuz i can
yeah you ain’t sisters like james charles man
call me sh-ggy cuz i’m only using 1%
look like sh-ggy from heaven i descend
dale bout to come to my house
but he can’t cuz corky likes to stomp a mouse

[verse 5: i am safari]
pic-sso on my sam sprat sh-t
vivid images of, neighborhood hysteria
people drink bepis, hoes try to test this
all this bogus happens right in my area
locally grown like a phone from the silicon
glow like tron took drugs caught malaria
paint a picture, of life in suburbia
big draco got the strap, that he keep in his backpack
i’m just tryna cop airpods to prove i got big stacks
big facts
tag facts feel slap catch his hands
no bands big boots strapped call it timberland
gatorade glacier freeze, ice on my wrist
br-ss knuckles on my fist
the bees knees so fresh call febreeze
give me a keenex when i sneeze (slave)
slide into february then into march like a parade
we out here big flexing
hip hip hooray like i just got laid

[wii sports anouncer]
you beat the highscore
you earned a gold medal

[outro]
buckets jimmy buckets make it rain kfc buckets
grab james charles man and f-ck
imma grab your b-tch slam her with my knee
like i’m on that show glee
what?

it just stopped, what?
oh-
the beat ran out
matt (it needs to be extended)
hold up
i was in the fl-

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